Not ten seconds afterher bikini bottom passed her ankles; Paul had driveninto her in one stroke and was slowly pumping in andout of her sopping cunt. ...p until now, Mark had displayed remarkable patience,but that was about to end. When Annette opened her eyesto see what was rubbing on her face during Paul’sfucking, she was greeted with a close up view of Mark’sdick. I was fascinated to see how she would react. While making love, I would often ask her how she wouldhandle it if she had. .. but... she had "experience" using a dildo and her fingers, but... that's all," she finished. I stared at her blankly."But why would she think that... and why hasn't she ever told me?" I asked. "Why in the world would it have made any difference?" It was the doctor's turn to shrug."We may never know," she answered, "a chance remark... or the lack of a remark... a gesture... no way to tell. Your wife told me about her lack of experience and she saw some humor in the situation. I think that,. Every so often, Anna would get so loaded that she wouldn't return for days. He would silently suffer in anguish worried for her safety. One time she was brought home by 2 cold hearted assholes who shook Down Jack for $2000.00. They claimed it was a finder fee and for time they spent as his wife's chapperone and security. They snickered as they playfully swatted the wife on her but gripping it hard. He shook it and his face grew tight as he shot out his lower jaw and with the most hateful tone. She glances back at me, catching my gaze for a second. Something glistens in her eye slightly, from the rain probably; but maybe not. My breath catches slightly in my throat. Not the rain.The bench she leads me to is covered by the tent, but only barely. Wind shifts and rain blows in sideways and up and down and we sit there. Staring at each other. Saying little. She makes this expression. As hard to describe as she is. For what adjectives run together to make a person like her. It's sad,.